Miles forced his eyes shut, not daring to look down at what was almost certainly his horribly mutilated body. The pain was unbearable, and the sounds he kept hearing from his torturers were absolutely sickening, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t use his recently gained powers to free himself. He would have vomited if his stomach were still in his body. Finally, after Miles had gone almost completely numb from the agony he’d experienced, he heard the raspy voice of one of his tormentors.
“I hope this experience taught you who really deserved punishment in that courtroom.”
Miles bolted upright, breathing heavily and grasping his now thankfully fully intact chest.
“Augh, what was in that drink?”
He said putting a palm to his forehead and slowly standing up. Once he opened his eyes, Miles was almost compelled to sit back down when he saw where he was. A damp, disgusting grey room with a bat, a robot, an eyeball, a fish, and two almost normal people.
“Oh, I can’t still be tripping…”
Miles backed himself against the wall to put some distance between himself and his unfamiliar companions.